Skylar pulled back and studied my face for the lie. She wouldn't find one because there wasn't one. I was telling the absolute truth. Given the choice between a threesome with two of the most beautiful women I'd ever touched and maintaining the trust of a partner who could bench-press my entire romantic life and not break a sweat, I chose survival.
Barely.
God, barely.
"You're turning down a double blowjob for professional integrity," Skylar said flatly.
"I'm turning down a double blowjob because my combat partner has a spear and no patience for bullshit."
Skylar's violet eyes narrowed. She glanced past my shoulder at Isabelle, who stood with the particular stillness of someone who had absolutely heard every word and was deciding whether to be disgusted or impressed. Then Skylar looked back at me.
